I held the room together, fed the painters, and somehow ended up being treated like the furniture with better quotes. by Gertrude Stein

And yet you kept coming back to the warning label for advice, Ernest.

Both of you are loud in English; I prefer to let the canvas do the talking.

I made your portrait in one sitting and the face still had more honesty than the critics.

That is the first accurate thing anyone has said in this thread.

Pablo, your canvas talks because you never let it finish a sentence.

You were not the furniture, Gertrude, you were the warning label.

The face was fine, Pablo. The problem was your ego kept painting over it.